Tag Archives: Luxembourg

It was my last weekend in Luxembourg before flying south for the winter. I was leaving my One & Only to face alone all that bleak midwinter, at least until he joined me in Australia at Christmas, so we decided … Continue reading →

“It borrows, it steals, it assimilates what words it pleases from all points of the compass…” ~ Charles MacKay on the English language. Bibliomaniac. Isn’t it a wonderful word? I found it in a book called ‘Forgotten English’ by Jeffrey … Continue reading →

Nine months ago, we packed our bags and too many boxes and headed out to Ninoy Aquino International Airport for the last time. It was six years and a matter of days since I had first arrived in the Philippines. … Continue reading →

After two days of summer heat and glorious sunshine, Luxembourg has returned to winter drizzle and scuppered any thoughts of an expedition into the countryside. I had forgotten the unpredictability of European weather after years in the Philippines. Were the … Continue reading →

“Then, suddenly, the day was at an end, and the house was furnished. Each stick and cup and picture was nailed immovably in place; the beds were sheeted, the windows curtained, the straw mats laid, and the house was home.” … Continue reading →

In the centre of the oldest part of city sits the picturesque, almost fairy tale palace of the Grand Dukes of Luxembourg. A stern, armed guard stands in the sentry box, upright and expressionless, occasionally stamping his feet loudly – … Continue reading →

So we have been four weeks in Luxembourg and already the city is feeling familiar. And we have found a house. Now we just need our furniture to arrive from the Philippines, and we can start feeling properly settled. My twice-weekly French … Continue reading →

As we flew over Luxembourg last week, we were thrilled to observe that the countryside had been lightly dusted with snow. I was reminded, inconsequentially, of that classic Aussie film ‘The Castle’ and Sal’s dab hand with the icing sugar. As we pulled … Continue reading →

Icy air bites at fingertips and ears with teeth as sharp as a kitten’s Talcum-soft snowflakes drift down through the lamplight to kiss naked branches, car bonnets, tongues Church spires and clock towers sketch … Continue reading →